The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's pouring through a stained-glass window, casting a mosaic of logos from dead altcoins on the stone floor of what looks like an abandoned, centuries-old monastery. Water's trickling down through a series of crude, 3D-printed ceramic pipes and into a makeshift, hydroponic grow operation - weirdly, the plants are thriving despite the total absence of visible LED lighting. The air's stale, heavy with the smell of wet earth and ozone, and the pipes are somehow warping and flexing as if the plants are exerting some kind of physical force on them.